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Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Sept 30, 2012 23:08:09 GMT -5
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Her lower lip slid in and she chewed on it. Not a good habit, but it was healthier then chewing her fingernails. She would not be worried, if it wasn't for the fact that one; it was getting dark, and two; despite her outfit she was beginning to feel the chill of the autumn night. She really was not afraid of the dark, no that wasn't it. It was this place. Trolls lived in forests too you know!
She spun around, she was currently in a clearing, honestly she was not that far from her path, but she was unable to find it. Lost as she was, the second that she heard the twig snap, she jumped a bit. "Who's out there. It is incredibly rude to sneak up on unsuspecting people!" She clutched her bag closer, the only things in there were the fliers and a large book, along with her wallet - which held money, and her cellphone. Which did not have anyone that she could call at this moment. Really, she needed to get some friends in this dang town.
Actually, she just needed to get out of this forest. The bakery's grand opening was the following day, and if she was not there, there was not going to be a grand opening. She swallowed the lump in her throat, hands clenching into fists. The only reason she was not in tears right now, is because trolls thrived off of fear, and she was not giving the troll the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. [/style]
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Post by CAMERON ROXTON on Oct 1, 2012 2:14:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right]now i'm standing on the rooftop, READY TO[/style] | | [atrb=style, border-right: 3px dashed #800000; border-top: 3px dashed #800000][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin: 10 5 0 0] [/style][style=width: 280px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 7px; padding-right: 7px]It was just another typical day in the outskirts of the small town of Stony Brook. Cameron Roxton, a New York bred new resident to the town was walking around the forest. Now normally there wouldn't be anything wrong with this picture, one wouldn't double take on him. Any really there was nothing suspicious about him at all. Now one might ask, what is a city boy doing in the forest? Well to put it quite simply, Cameron, being the type to get easily lost in his thoughts, was completely and utterly in a mental comatose by his thoughts. By the time he came to, Cameron found himself in the forest. With no idea where he was going or where he came, Cameron stopped and pondered for a moment.
Unsure what the hell he was going to do, he paced around for a moment until he heard a sound. The snap of a twig, the crunching of leaves, could only signify one simple thing, there was someone else there. Now this could mean one of two things. Either there was someone friendly enough to help him. Or someone who will murder him. Cameron like to stay optimistic so he prayed for the former. After getting a glimpse of a women nearby, he headed towards her, hoping that she'd be able to help somehow.
"Um, excuse me! Hey can you please wait a minute!"
He called out to her, hoping she'd turn around. Hopefully she wasn't evil or anything, or maybe he was the evil looking one? Either way he needed to get out of the forest.
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Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Oct 1, 2012 11:16:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;][style=opacity: 0.7; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 2px solid #111111; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/Hungry/eh11.png); float: left;] [/style] [style=font-family: font-family:times; font-size: 40px; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 3px; line-height: 35px;] I WANNA MAKE,[/style][style=font-size: 13px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 13px; padding-left: 110px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify;]enough money to run my life, from the top of a mountain in the dead of night, it'll be you and me and a couple of dogs, and the rest of the world can just move on, cos I got what I want & I got what I need & there's nothing in this world but you for me. [/style]
[style=height: 325px; width: 430px; background-color: #474747; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; border-left: 6px solid #a4c671;]This roleplayer, is pretty sure that Amira will never again go into the forest. "Why" you might ask? Well she could hear those pesky trolls crunching all through the forest. Never mind that it was her own foot steps that were doing the crunching, and that the other noises were natural forest animals...no, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that she was going half crazy thinking about what MUST be following her, watching her, and thinking about eating her. Trolls liked to eat humans after all. Yes, there was a rulebook for trolls somewhere...she had it all memorized. Whoever taught her about trolls, probably had one cruel heart. Even though she actually only read about them in fairy tale books, but something must have gone horribly wrong to create this weird fear.
Adding to this fear of trolls, the nervousness of being alone in the forest, and the discomfort of being cold to boot. She gave a shriek and started beating the air in the direction that Cameron was coming from with her purse. If it connected, well the book might hurt a bit, but not too bad. However, she was actually screaming at the man. "I will kill you troll! So you better just go back to the forest! Amira meat does not taste good! And my bones, they are brittle! Not good eating!" Her voice shook a bit as she beat the air with the purse.
Though that stopped after the words he had said finally penetrated her tough brain. The purse slowed down and she simply stared a the man, eyes wide and unblinking. "Trolls do not speak proper English. Unless..are you a troll trying to trick me?" She eyed the man critically, as though at any moment he might transform into one of the beasts before her very eyes. [/style]
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Post by CAMERON ROXTON on Oct 2, 2012 12:03:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] now i'm standing on the rooftop, READY TO | | [atrb=style, border-right: 3px dashed #800000; border-top: 3px dashed #800000]Cameron hadn't entirely been expecting the lady to just suddenly start swinging her purse in wild and sporadic motions nor did he expect her to start screaming at the top of her lungs. His subconscious however might've been somewhat prepared as he instinctively avoided the makeshift weapon held in her hand. In the right hands anythin could be a fatal weapon. Seriously, just watch the news and stuff people die from basically everything.
"Woah woah! Sorry but I'm not here to hurt you I just needed some help!" Cameron's hands were up instantly in an effort to both emphasize the fact he wasn't a threat and to catch anything that might come flying to his face. He pleaded with her, distress evident in his voice. Cameron absolutely hated all forms of confrontation. No matter how many times he was involved in some form of conflict, he never knew what to do, as such he completed avoided it at all costs. Unfortunately for him there wasn't many options rather than to pray and hope she calmed down and didn't hit him.
As she slowed down her movements, Cam's heartrate eventually managed to calm down. Her previous screaming was incoherrent in his ears and did nothing but to add to his anxiety. Her softened voice was a much welcomed change.
"No, no, I'm not a troll, I'm not trying to trick you or anything, honestly. I just need your help is all." If he were to be completely honest, Cameron really had no idea what she was talking about. The first and only thing that came to his mind were internet trolls and they were annoying as heck. That must've been what she was talking about right? Well it didn't really matter, as long as she was now willing to listen.
Eyeing the girl with honest eyes, he slowly lowered his hands, attempting to become the least intimdating as possible. As he got a better look at the girl, she was quite attractive and someone he hadn't actually seen before. Well that wasn't at all surprising due to Cameron himself being new in town.
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